Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen: Signalmother
- The stars blinked in silence as Lyra’s shuttle crept toward the Aether Station. It hung above Earth like a forgotten cathedral—cold, silver, its solar sails half-collapsed, antenna arrays spinning sporadically. No one had entered the structure since the Chariot Collapse.
- HELLO, PHOENIX,
- the voice repeated again in Lyra’s comms system, softer now.